Archive for July, 2011

I feel better having gotten that off my chest. I don’t know if I hate other people because I don’t run into them that often and I’m an optimist. I’m not really being serious.

What I hate the most is typically coined faithheads, fundamentalists, and now tea partiers. I balance this against my value “it is important to allow people to hold views I would not hold.” I pretty much guarantee that this is a line that can’t coherently be navigated but it’s important to try.(more…)

I don’t expect everyone to know their history cover to cover. I do expect my wannabe politicians to know the history they speak about. Bachmann seems capable of neither. She’s basically just another one trick pony that thinks she can say whatever she wants and get votes for being on the right tea party team.

Don’t let that happen. Tea partiers, even you should care about electing your most informed candidates.

This just in. Joseph Smith, L Ron Hubbard, Mohammad, Jesus, and the dad named Yahweh have decided to clear up one particular bit of spiritual judgement. If you are killed by a suicide bomber, you go straight to heaven. All sins forgiven. And you get to pick your flavor at the time of death by looking at the menu at the gates of Mormon heaven, Scientology heaven, Muslim heaven, Christian heaven and Jewish heaven.

Also on the list of endorsers is Martin Luther, John Calvin, Hitler, Stalin, and Ghengis Khan. Sun Tzu refused to sign because he thinks it’s obvious suicide bombers did not read his book.

Also, if you are a woman killed by a suicide bomber, you go to heaven as a man and get 99 virgin suicide bombers for your carnal pleasures in the afterlife. Carnal can include having them cook, clean, edit your manuscripts, or do your dirty laundry. Also, you won’t be required to put your dirty socks anywhere. Just throw them on the ground and let your former suicide bombing slaves pick it up while you force them to eat bacon.

There was a disagreement in atheist land. Dawkins came across as ignorant. A lot of people realized this was a teaching moment. I stumbled across this metaphor for privilege via a repost by http://www.unequally-yoked.com.

I was following the metaphor on Sindeloke up until the summary:

So, quite simply: don’t be that dog. If you’re straight and a queer person says “do not title your book ‘Beautiful Cocksucker,’ that’s stupid and offensive,” listen and believe him. If you’re white and a black person says “really, now, we’re all getting a little tired of that What These People Need Is A Honky trope, please write a better movie,” listen and believe her. If you’re male and a woman says “this maquette is a perfect example of why women don’t read comics,” listen and believe her. Maybe you don’t see anything wrong with it, maybe you think it’s oh-so-perfect to your artistic vision, maybe it seems like an oversensitive big deal over nothing to you. WELL OF COURSE IT DOES, YOU HAVE FUR. Nevertheless, just because you personally can’t feel that hurt, doesn’t mean it’s not real. All it means is you have privilege.

I’ve got a pen in my pocket
holding thoughts like heart lockets
only these thoughts combust when I cock it
to write an outlet for my awesomeness
I would doubt my own claim
if it came from the outside
but when you see that doubt collide with my lyrics
run and hide when you hear it
I’m gonna fly
and torch villages like Smaug
run free like my dog
without his collar
the safety is off.